"I noticed it," Jack answers vaguely. He hadn't yet taken a slide anywhere; it's edging on too absurd for the moment. "I think there's more than one, actually. At least whoever designed the place has a sense of humor."

Or something like that. Humor was the least concerning option. Jack follows Daniels' gaze around the room, absentmindedly running a thumb along his left palm.

"Not exactly a rager, although the mountain of Oreos means they've got the high school part down." He shrugs. "No one's particularly happy to be here - I doubt five star dining and a professional DJ would make much of a difference to the mood."